Mankaure and Khamerernebty

Again, your structure is different and I really like it. Now this poem was bittersweet for me. It tells of lost love and remembrance, brokenness. I enjoyed the sentence "I am no more a woman than a photograph." It tells of a memory. I think that you write beautifully. Other phrases that captured my attention: summer still stale on our lips, a heap of broken shells or pebbles, what we used to be. I really enjoyed reading this.